October, carols relentlessly near
except that Hallowe'en is here.
Overnight,
swap the pumpkins for the glitz
and red
tinsel, all just waiting when it's
sprung, like mushrooms without end.
The addled brain is stung again
with seventeen weeks of heavy-dreary
overweight
santas brushed off, propped and bleary,
and fed,
as weary consumers, us they send,
--flung again to spend spend spend.
Author notes
commercialization... and this year watch for plastic #7 food containers (We all are poisoned already) and paint on toys with lead to finish the job.
Joy to the World! (edited)
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I wanted to archive this but repeatedly got an error message:
"The page cannot be found"
I can't send messages from here either.
NOT my day.
Terry
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A Yuletide proposal to you and all merry gentlemen(and ladies) present.....
Hi Teach and welcome to the cynical side of Christmas. We DO seem to have the commercial Christmas grumps! I have to wholeheartedly agree with the sentiments here (indeed I already posted something much on the same lines, indeed containing the line 'spend,spend,spend which is all it seems to be about these days), which few will find it hard to penetrate or argue with. I couldn't quite 'cotton' to the form though. Some strong rhymes here seemed to beg some sort of rhythm, which, if it exists, is well hidden by the linebreaks. It occurs to me that it would be quite rebellious to write a PRO-Christmas poem in rhyming verse these days - and incredibly difficult to pull off! Hmmmm. Dost think your skills and knowledge of competitions could inspire the jaundiced crew at Sharepo? Just a thought.I don't think there's ever been a competition of any sort here and wouldn't it be a shot in the arm for seasonal goodwill. I'd contribute points to the prize if you'd do the judging. -
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Wait for Notepad transplant, please
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Hey John! Progress!! Wonderful! Written from Edit!
Maybe if I go directly to "edit" a big box like this will come. Even with no way to see the poem or the message, this is much better.
About the comment re form? Your point was well taken but considering the jangling feelings about what has happened to Christmas, no longer even slightly resembling the original in a world where Commerce is King, Hollowlootyah, regular rhythm would have been out of fit. The pristine historic form of sonnet or even ballad just could not be stuffed into Cinderfella's swagbag.
Nuff said!
Terry
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Mosaic of Rhyme.
And a most amusing medley of seasonal gripes. The enduring image of bleary-eyed Santa Flaws being dusted off and rouged by sullen elves is a delightfully subversive one, Terry.
Many years ago as an illegal alien with no work-permit in California I myself toiled beneath reeking beard and itchy crimson robe as a Santa, abusing my position of trust and authority to the best of my ability - getting away with it through the charm of my English accent enhanced with Dick Van Dyke-like cheeky cockney glottal.
I even posed handcuffed with a pair of mall-cops, who being no Columbos failed to pentrate my cunning disguise.
I felt rather notorious whilst garnering (legal aged!)girl´s phone numbers and offering countless licks of Santa´s candy cane while their buff beaus looked helplessly on.
It felt a bit I suppose like diplomatic immunity - seasonal licence to HoHoHo as one pleased and not give a flying Rudolphs about the consequences.
Ah yes the bygone daze of beatnick sacrilege...The Cockney in Red - the Scarlet Whore of commercial Mecca. Well, I was young and needed the money.
Have you seen Windhover´s Celtic Tiger btw? I didn t look as bad as that Santa!
Merry XXXmas Terry! (Early greeting attuned to the times)
gGrinch
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Trying again
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It WORKED! Not holding my breath, mind you, but hey, any port in a storm, they say. Has this been available all along, or were Kevin and his helpers busy, just in time for Xmas?
Thankful to have found it whichever way.
"toiled beneath reeking beard and itchy crimson robe as a Santa," you said.
Yerk! coff coff...
Halitosis accumulating, persisting through multiple persons. They didn't clean them?
Sweat of ages too? Work is sometimes called "sweat equity" so I guess we now know why.
I'll be back. Work waits.
Terry
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Very narrow thanks
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And I apologize abjectly! It has nothing to do with you at all. I have asked, I have begged, I have stormed out before. Still a narrow box.
I give up! Everyone and his seventeen cousins gets a full-size box here in sharepoetry and I just get ribbons.
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